Holidays by the Sea

By succum241

Published on Jun 12, 2011

Gay

If you have read this far, then you know the rules about ages and places so follow them.

If you carry on and read this story, please let me know what you think (constructive criticism accepted but flames excepted). Please write to succum@gmx.com

If you would care to, I would appreciate your telling me a little about yourself and how you come to enjoy this sort of literature. Everything that comes to me is kept in confidence, but still only tell me what you want me to know, if anything.

Read on and enjoy. Cheers, Rick

Chapter 128 ended

J moved on to the other naked boy. "Let's see, you must be Charles McAllister?" J asked as he approached him.

"Yeah, but my friends call me Chuck so you can too." Chuck replied.

"Thank you Chuck." J said, "I can see from the hair style that you are not shy about things and I guess with a package like that you have no reason to be shy. After all that is a fairly decent package for a 14 year old." J said following up on what had happened in the shower before dinner."

"Well if you have got it and want to use it, you got to show the customer what he will get." Chuck said.

J picked up on the gender Chuck chose for his customer, but did not say anything at the time. He decided he would let a bit more probing confirm what his gaydar was telling him before making any moves.

Chapter 129

J chatted with Chuck on less intimate matters for a little while longer before moving on to another and just managed to get in the final resident of the dorm before he had to call lights out. He put his pad away and checked on his cooler. Deciding to get the bottle filled, he changed the bottles over and took the near empty bottle with him as he went back into the dorm and warned the boys that they had about five minutes left till the lights would go out. J reminded them that they would be suffering a bit of jet lag and so should get to sleep as soon as possible as they were already going to bed two hours later due to the time difference; and they still had the full ten days of action packed camp ahead of them. He continued on and filled the bottle and took it back to his room. J asked them to honour the lights out rule and told them that he would tolerate a little bit of quiet talking, but that they were to be considerate of the others who might want to go to sleep straight away and so keep the noise down to the minimum. J also warned them that if he had to come out to quieten them there would be trouble and they did not want to suffer the trouble which J would bring upon them.

With that he turned the light off and wished them all a good night. Going back into his room, he closed the door and keeping just his bedside light on, he stripped off and getting a can out he opened a Red Bull and began chugging that down as went through the bed plan and added his more personal observations of each boy alongside his name. Through the closed door J could hear soft murmurings as boys chatted amongst themselves and even the occasional muted giggle, but never enough to warrant him going out to check on them. Gradually the sounds faded and by half an hour after lights out, there was a relative silence coming from the dorm. J stripped off and lay back on his bed to read for a bit and then he got his torch ready and turned off the light. Quietly he opened his room door and just stood there in the darkened doorway listening for several minutes. He did not hear a single sound that told him anyone was still awake. J moved back to his bed and lay down on it; he checked his watch and decided that if he waited about half an hour more he should be able to get something out of at least one of the boys. While J was lying there he was trying to remember which boy was in which bed. If he couldn't think of it, he would use his torch to check his pad and so gradually he got to where he was reasonably certain he had the names off pat.

It was a bit longer than the half hour he had set for himself when J got up and walked out his room. Turning right and almost immediately right again he came to the first boy whose bed space was parallel with and adjacent to the end wall of his own room. J already knew without having to think much that this bed was occupied by Fred. J stood there for a little bit and listened. Hearing the pattern of breathing he knew meant that the sleeper was in a deep sleep and therefore more susceptible to what J had in mind. Satisfied, J shone the torch over Fred's body and then moved on up to where the edge of the torch light was shining on Fred's face and as J observed he became certain that Fred was sound asleep. Encouraged by that, J placed his hand on Fred's leg and looked for a reaction; seeing none he took his hand away and carefully pulled the sheet back so that he could see what Fred was wearing. J saw a very baggy pair of sleeping shorts and wondered if they were hiding a pair of briefs. Once again he rested his hand on Fred's leg, only this time it was a bit higher up the leg and skin on skin. Still no reaction allowed J to slid his hand up Fred's leg and gather some of the soft material of the shorts up as he slid his hand closer to Fred's cock. Fred's only reaction was to open his legs a little wider as if trying to give J better access. J took advantage of this and running his hand up under the leg of the shorts he got as high as he could as his fingers came up against the crease of his crotch. Stretching his index finger out, J came into contact with Fred's ball bag and he was pleased to find that Fred had left the undies in his locker.

Touching Fred's ball bag elicited no response from him and this emboldened J further to slide to his hand over Fred's cock and rest it there for a few seconds while he observed Fred's face in the muted torch light. Fred continued to sleep and allow J some more fondling which brought about the usual reaction and Fred's cock began to inflate to its full four and a half inches as J slowly masturbated it, pulling the foreskin back slightly and letting it slip forward again with each stroke. As baggy as his sleeping shorts were, J found them to be hampering his movements and so holding the torch in his teeth he was able to bring his second hand into action and hook Fred's cock and balls out of the leg of the shorts and with the sheet pushed back, Fred's goods were back on full view to J and he had complete freedom to continue to jerk the boy. Fred appeared to be oblivious to it all and J kept up the stroking for a good while as his own cock pointed solidly out from his body. Taking the torch from his mouth he brought it down to shine more directly on Fred's cock and was pleased to see that the end of the cock was glistening with pre-cum. J wondered how close he could get Fred to an orgasm before he woke up, or if he would cum without waking up. With the extra lube available J began rubbing his thumb over the top of Fred's cock on each up stroke. As he watched, he saw Fred's ball bag begin to tighten and pull his balls up towards his cock and as the balls reached the base of Fred's cock, J felt it jerk and a small jet of cum shot out and onto the outside of Fred's shorts. J stroked a few more times to make sure his ejaculation was complete before he pulled the sticky shorts over the softening cock and then pulled the sheet over that. Allowing his torch light to move a little up Fred's bed, J was able to see that Fred was still asleep and he hoped that Fred would just think that he had had a wet dream during the night as J was sure the evidence would have dried and it would not be easy to tell which side of the shorts the cum had landed. Very satisfied with his first attempt, J moved on to the next bed.

This bed was occupied by Andrew Cockerton who is fourteen years old and lives in that delightful city of Salisbury in the south of England. This meant that Andrew had had a long journey because he had left early in the morning to make the three hour road trip to get to Stansted airport in time to catch the flight to Thessaloniki. J knew he had travelled a long way and was hoping that this would put Andrew into a deeper sleep. Approaching the bed he allowed the torch light to give a wider spread by holding it higher above his head. This way he was able to let some soft light go over Andrew's face and show J that he was at least asleep. Like Fred, Andrew was lying on his back which J preferred most times. Resting his hand on Andrew's thigh, he watched for a response and not noticing anything, J moved his hand over Andrew's package which he could tell was a reasonable size for a fourteen year old, but that was all that J managed to do as Andrew brushed his hand away and grunted; Clearly Andrew was a light sleeper and J realised that he would probably not get much joy out of him in this way for the camp.

The third bed down that side contained Lawrence Jones who like Andrew was fourteen and came from Winchester. Lawrence had met Andrew through some interschool sports and had enjoyed some home hospitality with him when his school had travelled to Salisbury to play against Andrew's school. All this J had learnt while chatting with the two boys earlier that evening. J had also learnt that Lawrence had got to Stansted airport by travelling to London by train and then out to the airport on the Stansted Express. Now J was hoping that Lawrence was not as light a sleeper as Andrew. Lawrence was lying on his side with his back towards J on the side J had come down his bed. J tested the waters again b y putting his hand on Lawrence's hip. Then he slid it up towards his waist and back down to mid point on Lawrence's thigh. Doing this told J that Lawrence was probably wearing briefs or something skimpier. J lifted the sheet on his side high enough to see under it and got a good view of Lawrence's two bum cheeks tightly wrapped in nylon type briefs which were a light sky blue in colour. Or at least looked that way in J's tinted torch light and so might just have been white. And separating those two buns was the crack of Lawrence's arse which was not fully covered by the waistband of the briefs. J was not too concerned about the colour anyway. After all he wanted to see what was underneath that material. Gingerly, J put his hand back on Lawrence's hip, but this time under the sheet. Lawrence had given no sign of being disturbed by this action and so J slipped his hand forward reaching over Lawrence and heading for his package. All the time J kept a close eye on the boy watching for any unwelcome signs which would put an end to his time with the boy.

How far do you think J will get? The next chapter might already by there as it is finished but I haven't sent it in to Nifty yet. Tell me what you think please - Rick

Next: Chapter 130


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